Yet beauty, though injurious, hath strange power, After offence returning, to regain Love once possess'd. John Milton More Quotes by John Milton More Quotes From John Milton Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship. John Milton solemnity wonder may 'Paradise Lost' is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is. John Milton paradise down-and book See golden days, fruitful of golden deeds, With joy and love triumphing. John Milton golden-days joy love The whole freedom of man consists either in spiritual or civil liberty. John Milton freedom spiritual men I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble Education; laborious indeed at first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming. John Milton path education firsts Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song. John Milton song sweet bird Man hath his daily work of body or mind Appointed, which declares his dignity, And the regard of Heav'n on all his ways. John Milton body mind men The best apology against false accusers is silence. John Milton accusers apology silence I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. John Milton dust race running A beardless cynic is the shame of nature. John Milton cynic shame cynicism No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell. John Milton pale cells inspire Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss John Milton lovely devil loss Love Virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her. John Milton chimes teach virtue This is the month, and this the happy morn, John Milton christmas kings mother The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear. John Milton voice angel ears To be weak is miserable, Doing or suffering. John Milton miserable weakness suffering As in an organ from one blast of wind John Milton breathe music wind Retiring from the popular noise, I seek John Milton noise ease retirement Hide me from day's garish eye. John Milton murmuring eye I sat me down to watch upon a bank With ivy canopied and interwove With flaunting honeysuckle. John Milton flaunting ivy watches
